So, my husband follows you on Twitter (X, now: what a crock of shit, especially since I get no Tweetdeck unless I pay for it, and without Tweetdeck, Twitter or X or whatever-the-hell- it-is is nearly useless to me). You shared part of your latest post, well, lately, and he saw it, and I saw it, and he got mad because I was reading over his shoulder AND because I didn't appreciate his appreciation of what you wrote. But we talked it out this morning, and he shared, and now I'm reading, and I think I like your stuff.
I’ve tried to comment twice before, once interrupted by my own thoughts of gods and once by a small boy wanting “MILK NOW”. Reading this felt...comforting. Like an exhale of relief. Thank you.
your world, too, is kind to poets ❤️
♥️
So, my husband follows you on Twitter (X, now: what a crock of shit, especially since I get no Tweetdeck unless I pay for it, and without Tweetdeck, Twitter or X or whatever-the-hell- it-is is nearly useless to me). You shared part of your latest post, well, lately, and he saw it, and I saw it, and he got mad because I was reading over his shoulder AND because I didn't appreciate his appreciation of what you wrote. But we talked it out this morning, and he shared, and now I'm reading, and I think I like your stuff.
thank you, I think!
turns out you can just. do that 💕
😊
I’ve tried to comment twice before, once interrupted by my own thoughts of gods and once by a small boy wanting “MILK NOW”. Reading this felt...comforting. Like an exhale of relief. Thank you.
That means a lot coming from you!